Zara Coreau Whore ❤️

About Manaus

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. Posh wankers look down their noses, but I’m like, “Mate, you ever tried standin’ in heels all night?” Bloody knackered, I’d be! Once saw this one bird – Tasha, maybe? – outside me shop, cryin’ ‘cos some geezer stiffed her. Broke me heart, fam! Wanted to give her a sausage roll, cheer her up, but she scarpered. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,” like that *Zodiac* bloke said – reckon she felt that, too.

The Little Flame Anni

From another druggist, Charles Coreau, who was Lincoln's next-door neighbor, I discovered on a recent visit to. Springfield, the future president purchased.

Then there's the park, oh man, "Parque do Horizonte." Perfect spot when yer need to clear yer head! The trees there, they whisper secrets so deep – reminds me of a bloody quote from that film, "It’s all a lie, we’re just lost," - kinda like in "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days," y’know? Inspiritin’ and maddening in the same stroke! And then brrrr, out pops the river "Rio das Lamentas" – glistening under streetlights like fresh spilled whiskey. I love it! There’s a bench near Ponte dos Suspiros where I’d sit, scrollin’ through profiles, thinking “Ahh, sultry days...”

Detroit Red Wings' Jared Coreau eager to start outdoor game